Life is all the little things that seem to pass us by
They’re is a child’s laugh, a beautiful flower, and sometimes a good hard cry.
We go through life so fast that we forget to slow down
We spend our life in worry and stress when what we should really do is look around.
It’s hard in this world we live in to take the time we need
To have time for ourselves, spend time with the family, or just sit with a child and read.
I dream for a time, not too far off, that this can come to
I know this isn’t an original plea, but for me I hope for it to be true.
Like the old saying “Stop and smell the flowers”
But in my life I like to say “Stop to hear the laughter of a child” it holds with it such healing